Category: poetry

  • night train

    scratches stand testament
    to an erosion of caring

    transients in many lives
    only too happy to cast scars
    before they hop aboard
    the next night train
    heading out towards the stars

  • spirit alone

    echo drops the cave
    shall we deeper delve?
    here, roots still tangle
    writhing their way down
    giving away from doors
    to raw in stone
    to blind all light
    give to silence of bone,
    listen to ticks and
    echo drop, and to
    spirit alone

  • surrendered

    gifting a
    fistful of moonlight
    a'glitter of firefly
    taken to void save
    crimson nightsky
    surrendered
    wrists turned out &
    speckled with lovebite
    lake caught pictures
    swept on the
    bye by the bye

  • sketch

    falling in love
    with somebody
    else again under a
    redlight tonight
    he softshoes puddles
    dodging reflected
    neon lights to a
    wetless whistle
    —whisper, whisper, whisper—
    his wornout soles
    cold socks, damp feet

  • trailing

    barefoot walking
    broken pictures
    on kitchen floors
    numb for the tide
    ebbing to moons
    drawn away
    scarlet ribbons
    remain, giving
    legend to maps
    trailing to yesterdays

  • inkstained

    fingers all inkstained
    from my loveletters
    you never knew    or
    you never returned

    weary of shadows avoided
    i practice in scarlet
    under rawhead stairs
    claws catching
    dustfiltered light
    hinting at dusk
    in violet hues

  • roots

    digging in the dirt
    i discovered roots
    someone buried long
    ago

    with an ear to earth &
    a strum with a thumb,
    those old roots still
    sung

    of a time
    running through a forest
    always towards nothing
    again & again &
    again

  • arrival

    i fold to forest trails
    in a meander with grey stone
    drone under feet and
    red wing cattail dancing

    oh dragonfly...
    please don't take flight
    we only both just
    arrived

  • delusion

    waking up from dawn's
    dining table daydream
    to the rattle-bang
    of mourning doves
    trying to fly into
    picture-window suns

  • 自然

    there is only this —

    i grasp for words,
    those gnats dancing
    on the quiet morning
    between the perfume
    of uncut grass, clover:
    impossible to catch
    or wave away

    — a stillness, the only
    act remaining

    i let the gnats do
    what gnats will do
    leave the catching
    to those who are
    prone to catching,
    whiling my time in
    the weald

    Note: 自然, or ziran (tzu-jan), is a Chinese word for the Taoism concept that refers to a state of “just-so-ness” or “as-it-is-ness”.